Silent Crown Chapter 719: Gangnier
The old musician suppressed his hair.
The gray hair floated in the scorching wind.
The sound of steel collision came from all directions. Under the push of the hub, those huge steels collided with each other, bursting into a loud roar, sparks shot out, and inhuman might converged toward the center.
The black clouds vibrated in the roar, like a forged iron curtain, and in the sky shaking, countless ashes were scattered. So that the originally pure white tower was smeared with a layer of pitch black.
The pungent sulphur smell filled the wind, making the wind seem to solidify, pushing it from below like a wall, making it difficult to stand firm. Obviously it was on the top of the tower, but in this hot and gloomy world, the sound of the tide could still be heard.
As if there are rivers surging from all directions, the torrents collide, and the sound of splashing water overlaps in one place, setting off layers of shock and low noise.
They are mixed in the loud roar of steel, so noisy,? It is reassuring, as if there is water to nourish the thirsty throat, and the hot life can be redeemed.
Only when you stand on the edge of the tower and peer down can you feel the true despair.
As far as I can see, in all directions, countless excavated riverbeds are rushing out of rivers, but the color of the river is crimson, blood-like colors surging, exuding the light from purgatory.
That is flame.
The crimson river of flames rushed under the gloomy sky, burning the iron curtain sky red.
The lava brings the power of flames and purgatory, pushing countless jaw-dropping machinery to operate, pushing those sharp-edged machines to split the air, glowing with a hissing roar.
"It's like hell..."
The old musician murmured softly, looked back, and stopped watching.
Hurrying footsteps came from the steel suspended ladder behind, the panting middle-aged man climbed up the tower, walked behind the old musician, submitted the document, whispered:
"My lord, news from the Western Front."
The old musician lowered his head, flipping through the emergency report from the sea fortress, but he was not angry and embarrassed like the Senate, but laughed softly.
"You are young people, no matter how cautious they are, they always have pride in their hearts."
He seemed to be able to see Rommel's gloomy face, but he threw the paper into the wind with his hands, and the pale paper shattered in the wind, falling with the dust one after another, disappearing.
The middle-aged officer pretended not to hear anything, but lowered his head: "The veteran will ask you what you think."
"No opinion, no doubt, no doubt about the use of people, I believe your majesty thinks so." The old musician's hands are trapped in his sleeves, seeming helplessly: "There are some things no matter how many times you say them, how to order, no It’s always useless if you don’t suffer a bit from personal experience.
Our opponent is Prince Avalon, the kind of inhuman monster who suffers a little loss and is not embarrassing, and there is no need to think of any way to point fingers.
Since it is said to trust the young people, let them give the victory or defeat to them. "
The middle-aged officer was silent for a moment, and asked in a low voice what a certain elder asked him to bring:
"Do you think you will lose?"
The old musician was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
"Does even the Senate feel fear? I am afraid that the world will abandon itself... Sorry, I am not a sorceress and I am not good at divination. This is not something I can control.
I can only be sure of one thing. "
The old musician cast a glance at him and said calmly: "If fate is not on our side, then the Asgardians will not believe in fate, it's that simple."
The officer was silent for a long time, then took three steps back and turned away.
The old musician stood quietly between this purgatory-like world. I don't know how long it took before the silence suddenly arrived, and countless roars quietly dissipated.
The whole world seems to have lost its voice, only the muddy breath resounding in my ears.
In the shadows, a rickety figure quietly emerged. He raised his head, revealing the wrinkles on his face. The nose of the awkward hook is covered with heavy lenses, his face is dusty, and the sound is like iron rubbing:
"My lord, Odin's divinity has successfully moved into the world tree, and is waiting for your orders at any time."
"Then let's start."
The old musician turned his head and smiled: "Young people always act irritably. Sometimes they make mistakes. Old people need to be considerate. When they can, they have to help."
The rickety figure lowered its head deeply and disappeared into the shadows.
Immediately afterwards, there was a sudden gloom between the sky and the earth.
Under the iron curtain of the sky, the river of flames that converged from all directions seemed to be a candle in the wind, shining brightly. It was as if an invisible monster opened his mouth, gulping at the light and heat from Purgatory.
The tower was shaken.
From under the high tower to the Sifang Junction, the nine hot seas and thirty-six lava rivers are rapidly losing their light, freezing, freezing, and cracking.
The light that burned the iron curtain of the sky dissipated, and in the darkness, a pair of eyes opened slowly in the deepest part of the tower.
Immediately afterwards, countless thunders roared.
Electric light gushes from under the base of the tower, sweeping upwards, where it passes like a torrent, washing away the gray-black dust, peeling off the rust and copper spots, and returning the silent tower to its original pure white. Immediately afterwards, shine brightly.
That's the Alchemy Matrix running violently.
I don't know how many alchemists have gathered, spent all my life's efforts, and how many lapis lazuli veins have been exhausted, before being able to forge such a huge alchemy matrix.
As if reflecting on the huge world, the complicated alchemy matrix unfolded layer by layer, all lights up, running in the core of the high tower, glowing with a radiance enough to ignite everything.
There are no stars, but there are countless complicated branches like the stars in the sky.
There is no sunlight, but there seems to be a scorching sun running between the dark world, tearing apart all darkness.
Outflow, creation, formation, and activity, the four major planes light up from the silence, but when the complete matrix is formed, the operation does not stop, but instead evolves toward an inhuman state.
In the end, the nine kingdoms were divided, but under the surging divinity, they were connected as one, forming the body that allowed the huge divinity to function perfectly.
This is the "Tree of the World".
After evacuating hundreds of volcanoes, it is enough to destroy natural disasters and smash earthly weapons of war with one blow.
"The spirit moves."
"The man-made godhead is activated."
"The nine worlds are in balance, the divinity is condensed, and the Odin projection is completed."
As the sound from his ears kept ringing, the old musician closed his eyes on the top of the tower, and in his arms, a wedge-shaped clay board full of cracks, countless notes gleaming dimly.
In the complex melody, the light of stars slowly rises from his body, intertwined in the sky, revealing the trace of the scepter.
Just at the top of the scepter, the sky covered by clouds suddenly turbulent, a ring of nothingness slowly opened.
In an instant, the thin and huge lens was unfolded, and the rivets in the sky turned into a fuzzy and perfect circle.
The rays of light from a distance are refracted and projected on the lens. Through the naked eye, what you see is no longer a cloud like steel, but a long-lost night sky.
The old musician opened his eyes, his eyes burst into light, and he stared at the night sky.
So, in the night sky, the stars shone, the invisible giant wheel was pushed, countless stars were moving fast, and the speed was so terrifying that the stars dragged a trail in the night.
In the end, the tracks of countless stars overlapped in one place, turning into a complex and grand concentric circle.
"Star trails locked."
The old musician opened his hands, as if holding the rotation of the starry sky, his hoarse voice echoed between the heavens and the earth, "The sea mark of the ether is completed."
"The fire cellar matrix is activated, and the performance of Dora's movement begins..."
The sky and the earth are shaking, and the iron curtain above the sky is turbulent, cracking open a series of tragic gaps.
After the gap, what is gushing out is intense light.
The blazing light is like a knife, crisscrossing between heaven and earth.
The strong wind gathered, guarding the white tower, and in response to the low melody, gathered in countless notes, causing a roar and roar.
In the next instant, countless dust on the ground rose into the air, fleeing in fear.
The cold world burst into a loud roar of steel collision~IndoMTL.com~ In the hands of the old musician, the thunder of the world gathers, and the emptiness of thunder and lightning is condensed into substance at this moment, and it is crystal clear and transformed into a spear-like shape.
You can see through the spear, but it seems to be able to see the magnificent starry sky revolving, so real, the whole world against it is so emptiness, ethereal like a bubble.
Just one poke, it will be disillusioned...
This is the fruit of extinction created by mankind, the taboo force usurped from the hands of gods.
——'Gangnir'!
"The dusk is approaching, and the destruction is here."
The old musician holds the thunder and lightning spear in his hand, raises his arm, and points to the solidified star trails in the night sky, "With this, I will play an elegy for you."
The next moment, the light of thunder skyrocketed.
The star trails burst.
It's as if the fate represented by the stars was pierced and torn apart by the spear of thunder, the iron curtain-like cloud was ignited, and the flame burned above the sky, spreading in all directions, leaving burning in the night sky Scorch marks.
In the very center of the sky, a terrifying gap has been cracked.
Only an instant, Gangneil ignited the sky, and the terrifying thunder light gathered into a beam, and it smashed a hole in the etheric sea.
Forward, forward, forward.
Thunder surging, carved a straight mark in the night sky for a few tens of thousands of miles.
Swept across lava rivers, desert flying sand, sea tides, violent storms.
Wherever it passes, the sky and the earth roar, the lava torrent is cut off, the billowing yellow sand melts into glass, the wave collapses, the wind dissipates, the rainstorm evaporates...
At that moment, in the hustle and bustle of the throne room, Mary woke up from a dream and suddenly opened her eyes. )Download the free reader!!